Me: He... lied... *Chair breaking beneath me* Arthur: How did you-? You're not Russian are you? Me: No. I'm a simple American girl who knows when two people are in stages of love. Norway being in one of them.
GOD, LUKAS. WHY DO YOU DO THIS?! WHY?! Sexy men aren't meant to be this mean... (actually, that makes them all the more attractive), but nevertheless, I have a fist at hand and if he doesn't watch his mouth, it'll be shoved in it >8D I can't stop reading...It's too amazing ;A;